This is a song about "Dissing my friend"

I start off by dissing bitches my part of my mission riches

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Never ever pay rent

Put your faith in christ my friend

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

I think it was a story about my best friend

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

Youre supposed to be my best friend man